Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
It rains: the earth wet.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
No ugliness in a loved child.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
From the origins nothing exists.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.